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Over Westalloped Barnabas, on

through the roaring din of traffic, past ru

wain, heedless of the shouts of wagoners and teanant cries of startled pedestrians, yet watchful of eye and

ready of hand, despite his seereat, black horse, his pace increasing as the traffic

lessened, on and on along the Old Kent Road, up the hill at New

Cross and down again, and so through Lewisham to the open country

beyond

And now the as cohts of soons:

therefore Barnabas, bethinking hi ers of Natty Bell's great

watch, slacked his rein, whereat "The Terror," snorting for joy,

tossed hisforward, fell into his

long, racing stride, spurning London further and further into the

dimness behind

Barnabas rode stooped low in the saddle, his watchful eyes scanning

the road ahead, a glies, and

trees that, loohosts, were gone again Swift, swift sped the great, black horse,

the glilorious

canopy whence shone a ht with